The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a ravaged SpaceX Starship is lodged in the middle of a festering, blood-soaked hockey rink, its engines still smoldering, with tangled, iridescent-colored tendrils snaking out of the wreckage. The air's thick with the stench of fuel, ozone, and rotting flesh, and it's pretty humid despite the ice-covered walls. The sun's beating down through a sickly green haze outside, casting an eerie glow on the mangled Ethereum-branded hockey gear scattered everywhere, while the Jumbotron still broadcasts a garbled livestream of a cryptocurrency podcast. The ice rink's somehow... on fire.